Yes, it's another Revenge fic. Yes, we realize that we are probably
insane. Yes, we realize that we're speaking in the plural. That's
because me and Andrew co-wrote this baby. Ready? Here we go!
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"Still Paying."
The pseudo-sequel to
"Slacker Pays."
And
"Payback."
By: Slacker and Andrew Wilson
(Be very afraid.)
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The author known as Slacker walked down the
street with a tall, green-haired, red eyed woman
at his side. Any one who knew Sailor Moon would
recognize her instantly as Sailor Pluto. Any one
who knew Sailor Moon would also recognize
Slacker, as well. (Just not as himself.)
This would be because instead of his usual
appearance (5' 10", 165 pounds, shaggy brown
hair, blue eyes, and a crap-load of facial
hair), Slacker was currently inside the body of
Chibi-Usa. This was the result of a few of the
characters of one of his fics deciding to pay
him back for the hell he put them through.
Chibi-Slacker glanced up at Pluto. Pluto
noticed this and growled menacingly at her.
This was easily explained, as well. Pluto
wasn't quite herself. If she had been herself,
she would be a 6'2" male with short (as in buzz-
cut) brown hair, blue eyes, and a perpetual
unshaven look. That fit the description of the
mind inhabiting Pluto's body, namely that of
Andrew Wilson, author of the Hero's Journey
series.
He also, much to his regret, gave Slacker
the idea for a revenge fic.
After the character had their fun
(Translation: they beat, bruised, abused, and
then fried him), they stuck him in the Pluto
body without any perks (i.e. no powers). He was
understandably miffed about this situation, and
Slacker had the choke marks to prove it. In
fact, the smaller author-turned-wannabe-magical
girl was only alive because a) Andrew had lost a
significant amount of muscle mass in the
transition, and b) He/she needed the pink haired
annoyance alive for the moment.
Chibi-Slacker was nominally more lucky. He at
least had the powers that went along with his
current form. Of course, his most powerful
attack was "Pink Sugar Heart Attack", which does
slightly less damage than a gnat. He couldn't
access the power of the Ginzousho (for some
stupid damn reason he couldn't figure out) so
they were stuck. Of course, he/she hadn't
mentioned this to Andrew/Setsuna, since doing so
might remove reason "b" mentioned above.
Currently, they were looking for the rest of
the Senshi in the hope that Usagi could use her
Ginzousho to reverse what had been done to them
and send them back home. They had been looking
for over two hours now.
Finally Andrew spoke what was going through
both of their minds at this point.
"This isn't the Sailor Moon reality, is it."
Disgust, despair, and anger fought for dominance
in his voice.
"I don't think so."
"Then, where, pray tell, ARE WE!" Andrew
yelled at the top of his lungs.
Chibi-Slacker moved a bit farther away from
her, er... him, er... whatever.
"Well, given the weird hairstyle and colors,
we have to be in an anime, right?"
Andrew gave him a 'Duh, stupid' look.
"Well, that's obvious. Now, which one is
it?" He ground out through clenched teeth.
"We just have to walk around until we see
someone we recognize. Fairly easy." Chibi-
Slacker said with a shrug.
Andrew muttered something under his breath
as he turned away. A passerby paled when he
heard it, and began to move faster.
"What was that?" Chibi-Slacker asked.
"Nothing. Come on."
Andrew continued to walk. After a few steps,
he realized that Chibi-Slacker wasn't following.
He went back to where he, er... she, um,
WHATEVER, was standing.
"Why are you just standing here?" He asked
in a reasonable tone. (Or at least meant to. In
all actuality, he screamed it loud enough to
make people four blocks over jump three feet in
the air. Andrew had had a VERY bad day.)
"Remember my plan?"
"'Walk until we see someone we recognize'?"
Sarcasm was heavy and obvious. "Yeah, what about
it?"
Chibi-Slacker pointed across the street to a
man dressed in black and silver.
"Who does he remind you of?"
"Well, he kinda looks like Ranma. Except for
the clothes. What's on his forehead?"
"That's the way I always envisioned
Nemesis."
"Ah, crap."
Chibi-Slacker continued after Andrew's
rather accurate statement.
"I don't know who the guy with all the big
guns is, though."
"Double crap. THAT'S Connor."
Chibi-Slacker thought about that for a few
seconds. Then he remembered a few specifics
about Connor from Andrew's fics. He rapidly
reached a conclusion.
"Time to leave."
"Yes, definitely."
At that point Chibi-Slacker and Andrew both
tried to slink off without gathering any
attention. The laughing was proof they failed.
"I'll give you twenty-four hours to run.
Then it's open season!" Nemesis called across
the street to them.
At that point, they abandoned the `No
Attention' plan and ran like hell.
As they ran, Chibi-Slacker spoke up.
"Hey, Andrew?"
"What!?"
"Do me a *huff* favor."
"What would *puff* that be?"
"If we survive this, *wheeze* remind me to
*gasp* hunt down SKJAM! and seriously hurt him!"
"Will do. I'll *pant* help."
"Great. Now all we gotta do is *huff*
survive."
"Yeah. If we don't, I'll make sure they kill
you first."
"Crap."
The End (Thank God!)....Or is it? (Oh, no.)
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Author's pieces:
Slacker:
Why this happen? Well, the original
inspiration thing, of course. (Written about in
mine and Andrew's original Revenge fics.
Originally started by SKJAM waaaaaaay back
when.) And then I had this idea at work....
So I sent it to Andrew, and he sent it back
with some revisions, and the rest is... like a
really bad nightmare, actually. It's now three
in the morning and I've got work at seven. And
I work with power tools.
Fatigue and power tools: a winning combination!
Andrew:
What could be the worst thing done to
authors by the characters they abused? How about
all of them getting stuck on a world with the
characters they created, and said characters are
rather... unfriendly. Besides, it's a better
fate than what Slacker originally planned (see
below).
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*OMAKE!* *OMAKE!* *OMAKE!*
Want the original ending? You got it!
(Screw afraid. Be horrified.)
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Chibi-Slacker pointed across the street to a
Girl with purple hair dressed in a yellow
outfit.
"I recognize her."
"YES! What series?"
Chibi-Slacker began to edge away from
Andrew.
"Now I want you to stay calm."
"What. Series. Now."
"Now don't take this the wrong way. It's
not as bad as you would think."
"WHAT SERIES! TELL ME OR I SWEAR I'LL MAKE
NEMESIS LOOK LIKE A PACIFIST PANSY!"
"La Blue Girl."
Andrew calmed down. "Oh, okay. See that
wasn't so hard, was it?"
"You're not upset? Oh, thank Go-URK!"
"No. *SLAM* I'm. *CRACK* Not! *SQUISH!*"
People who passed by were rather amazed at
the craters the green-haired woman was pounding
into the pavement with the pink-haired girl's
head. The fact that she was making the pavement
bubble with her swearing was even more
impressive.
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Slacker's last piece (He promises. Really.):
Hey, FFML?
"Tag, you're it."
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Always listen to experts. They'll tell you
what can't be done, and why. Then do it.
--Lazarus Long
I am...(Drumroll, please)...Slacker!
KSC, Knight of Discordia, Lord of Discord
Member of the Church of Ami & Makoto
Now hiding from the torch-weilding mob. (And Andrew Wilson.)
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